I had never officially 'dated' a woman, but I had had a secret 'Friends with Benefits' situation with a female friend back in college. When I was emotionally ready to re-enter the dating scene, I decided to expand my horizons. Started running again, lost 50 pounds, got a new career, moved 400 miles away. I was facing single-hood for the first time in five years. Ended a long-term, bad relationship at the end of February (he cheated). Here's what five queer women had to say about their first date with someone of the same gender. These women describe their first date experiences as eye-opening, effortless, and even revolutionary, and each of these stories has lit my heart on fire in the best way.īut I'll let them take it from here. You try something new - something you thought might be cool or fun or interesting -and suddenly find yourself feeling happier and more at ease than you ever thought possible.

This is what feels right.' After reading or speaking with a handful of women about their first dates with the same gender, it sounds like they were definitely unexpected milestones (in the best possible sense).Īs a straight, cisgender woman, I certainly don't want to make any assumptions about what this is like, but I'd imagine it's similar to moving to a brand new city and immediately feeling you've come home. This is what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. I guess they're what some describe as 'aha moments' - those instances at which everything feels flipped on its head and you stop and think, 'Oh, this is who I am. Not a peck, not experimentation, but a full-on plant where she grabbed my face with her wet hands.I think, in all of our lives, we sometimes hit milestones that we never saw coming.

I swirled the water around with my hand and asked how she liked it before receiving a kiss. I knew she had been dying for one, so I surprised her with a Lush bath bomb. My girlfriend at the time, Heidi, was taking a bath. My father was courteous, but later referred to her as 'that dyke.' It was then I realized that crushing on a woman and holding hands in the woods was as far as it could ever go.Įleven years later, I stood in the bathroom of my apartment. On one of our breaks, I brought Lindsay home with me before heading back to camp. I developed a lesbian crush on my friend Lindsay, but she was dating a fellow counselor. RELATED: 6 Red Flags To Watch For When Coming Out As Bisexual To Your Heterosexual Partner An enthusiast, if you will, so I admired (clandestinely) the chests of those around me to compare and contrast to what I had to offer. Eventually, during my junior year of high school, I moved past personality traits and truly began to notice the female form of my fellow staffers, the way a woman’s body moved with hips and curves.

My lesbian experience